Flies
It's what time does best... tempus fugit. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
I will be attending a convention near LAX, which will be hosted at three venues within close proximity of one another. It seems like only yesterday when I was down in Los Angeles last year for this annual event.
My boys will be turning 10 on March 22nd!
It's been going on 6 years since I first registered my website domain, and not long after its launch when I first received my regular visitor and cyberfriend Steph.
For me, music serves as my time machine (as it probably does for many others). Catch a period tune and you'll most likely catch yourself reminiscing about life during that period. For better... for worse. One example I can cite is Supertramp's "Goodbye Stranger", which takes me back to the apartment community where I first lived upon my arrival to Sacramento (waaay back when).
Another time machine is the death of friends, acquaintances and loved ones. I learned recently that my friend Duane left this world just before Halloween last year; he took ill from an abused liver years ago. We belonged to a small group of friends whose interest was mostly automotive. Jack Fields (who left us last December) was an acquaintance through fellow BMW motorcyclists I've ridden with in the past. I never rode with Jack, but I am reminded about several of the rides with the others at that time.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder where all that time went. Time flies.
I will be attending a convention near LAX, which will be hosted at three venues within close proximity of one another. It seems like only yesterday when I was down in Los Angeles last year for this annual event.
My boys will be turning 10 on March 22nd!
It's been going on 6 years since I first registered my website domain, and not long after its launch when I first received my regular visitor and cyberfriend Steph.
For me, music serves as my time machine (as it probably does for many others). Catch a period tune and you'll most likely catch yourself reminiscing about life during that period. For better... for worse. One example I can cite is Supertramp's "Goodbye Stranger", which takes me back to the apartment community where I first lived upon my arrival to Sacramento (waaay back when).
Another time machine is the death of friends, acquaintances and loved ones. I learned recently that my friend Duane left this world just before Halloween last year; he took ill from an abused liver years ago. We belonged to a small group of friends whose interest was mostly automotive. Jack Fields (who left us last December) was an acquaintance through fellow BMW motorcyclists I've ridden with in the past. I never rode with Jack, but I am reminded about several of the rides with the others at that time.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder where all that time went. Time flies.
Labels: tempus fugit, time
posted @ 11:28 PM
1 Comments:
Waves to my cyber friend! :)
I'm sorry about your friend, Duane.. and Jack. :(
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